I can finally breathe without hurting myself,* I finished not just one but two chapters —one for each project**—fired them off to their respective destinations . . .
. . . and knocked off early to spend the past half hour searching for something I barely remembered from my misspent youth:
Comedy gold, I tell you.
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*Though the cough remains. It sounds like I’d auditioning for the role of Coffin Harriet in a genderbending version of Soul Music. One brownie point if you get the reference, two if you can supply the author.
**If anyone’s wondering, I kept the Redhead. She’ll give my critiquers something to sink their teeth into. They like that. A lot.
Earful of Cider 
One of the people who do not qualify to join the beggar’s guild due to being over qualified, in the world according to Terry Pratchett? Points were mentioned. I couldn’t help myself.
Huzzah, Christina!
Two brownie points for you, and all the old boot soup you want! 😀